NationStates Jolt Archive

Here are mountains, their stony peaks giving rise to glaciers and the chill blue of glacial lakes.

Here are high plains, dry grass crackling in the Autumn breeze.

Here is Venaize, the little city huddled between the foothills and the plains.

Here is an empty lot behind a bar, stunted grass competing with broken glass.

Here are a man and a woman, locked in embrace against the rear wall of the bar.

There is nothing odd about that, of course, on a Saturday night when the week's paychecks have come in and are rapidly being drunk. Nothing odd at all - a little morally uncertain, perhaps, to those who worry about such things - except for the fact that the man is not a man but a vampire, one of the restless dead who plague this land.

The woman allows him to press her back against the wall, the hard bricks digging into her back, and feels the cold lips draw back to reveal sharp teeth, brushing against the pale skin of her neck.

She does not cry out, as the undead creature might expect, as he sinks his teeth into her jugular. She has done this before, many times, and tonight will end like all the others.

Cool breath, the exhalation of the crypt, flutters over her skin as the abomination begins to feed, greedily sucking at the warm life's blood welling from her veins. Now she releases her own weapon, from where it lurks in every cell of her blood; a bloodghast, an unquiet spirit of blood and death, which the Blood Templar Order has long known how to tame and bind.

The daimone rushes through her veins and into the vampire, who attempts to draw back, spluttering as the ghast-animated blood surges into his mouth. He has heard of such things, as have all the undead who frequent these lands, but never before experienced one. Those of his kind who have are dust on the wind, or bound with silver chains in Kassilant, the Order citadel.

Feeling the chill of death begin to slow her mind, the woman allows herself to fall back against the wall, marshalling the meditations which will ward off death until the bloodghast has done it's work.

It's small intellect alive with glee, the bloodghast pulls the blood it rides into the vampire's body - the lips and tongue, thick with veins, make admirable gates for the daimone - and into the creature's own jugular. Were she been concious enough, the woman might find it somewhat ironic.

As it has been trained, the bloodghast pulls itself through the undead's neck like so, and the vampire's head bursts from it's neck like like the cork from a champagne bottle. Silver swords or bullets work well, but they lack the subtlety of the Order's bloodghasts.

The animated blood trickles back into the woman's veins, and she feels the warmth of life return to her. It is done.

Grimacing, she readjusts her collar, and bends to pick up the vampire's head by it's hair. The head is already losing it's semblance of life, cheeks sinking into the hard bone.

"That makes what, twenty-four?"

The speaker is a man, clad in the Blood Templar Order's sober grey. He swings two dessicated heads as he walks, obtained in like manner.

"Twenty-five," the woman replies, "There was that foreign one two weeks ago. You ought to remember it, Augustine, you helped remove his children-in-darkness."

Augustine nods; those newly-made abominations had brought his own total up to twenty-one. Tonight's pair has brought it to twenty-three; the woman remains ahead of him.

"Lie back and think of humanity, eh Irene? I don't know how you do it. I still prefer a good round of silver-tipped bullets."

"It's easy enough once you get used to it," the woman - Irene - replies. "Besides, the look of suprise on their faces is always so amusing."

Augustine frowns, as if disapproving of this levity about the Order's sacred duties, but his lips twitch in amusement.

"Only you could regard it quite like that, Irene. Here's your stuff."

He hands her the long-bladed silver knife and the gun with it's silver bullets that are - aside from the bloodghasts - the Order's standard weaponry against the undead, and helps her into her heavy grey coat, the twin to Augustine's own. Around here, that coat is instantly recognisable as a mark of the Blood Tempars, as much as the blade or the bullets.

"What I hate about the things," Irene says, "Is the way one of the creatures will arrive in some quiet little town, turn some poor sod, and move on just as quietly. And meanwhile the turned will slowly suck the blood and the life out of the place, and move on himself. That, or we hunt the bastard down and finish him."

"What I hate about them," Augustine replies, "Is the fact that they weren't wiped out thousands of years ago. The elves or someone could have done it back then, surely."

Irene nods; they've had this conversation before, almost as ritual after a successful hunt, or over some liquid comforter after a failure. They walk on, the streetlights bright against the dark skies.

Somewhere, there will be other undead in Venaize, other hunts, and they will not rest until those abominations too are destroyed. Humanity, and the Order, demands nothing less.

OOC: What are we meant to do? I have an entire Inquisition dedicated to the same purpose... need any help?

OOC: Well, moving an entire holy order in would be a little like overkill. I was thinking more along the lines of one or two characters each.

Certainly you can have an Inquisitor, though, there to kill off the vampires (the area is known for it's concentration of the undead), or to investigate the locals, or something.

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High Inquisitor Biagio entered the township cautiously. He rarely walked abroad in his full regalia, but in this area, he felt it wiser to do so than not. He stopped one of the townsfolk. "Pardon me. I was told to report to two of my brethren in this area. Have you seen any?"

Marcus Anthony looked at the oddly-dressed man in confusion. Who was he, and why was he asking a gas store attendant for directions?

Taking the best guess he could from the fellow's clothes, he ventured,

"Er, the theatre's on Salind Avenue ... three blocks that way, you can't miss it. Big dome on top."

From the man's expression, this was clearly not the right answer.

"Er... so, not the theatre. So who are these friends of yours?"

"I am looking for the ones known as Irene, and Augustine. Brothers in my cause." He moved forward. The air around him seemed to pulse with holy power. "They would be new in town."

He looked around.

Enlightenment dawned suddenly on Marcus.

"Oh, you're a Templar! I'm afraid you probably won't be able to find your friends, if they're on the hunt. You want Kassilant, I think - it's over on the other side of town. You can just see the towers from here."

Marcus waved in the general direction; indeed, the big main tower of the citadel was just visible, outlined against the glow of the city.

"Er, yeah, the Order Prelate can probably help you. Though we don't really see many foreigners around here."

OOC: Bump! A vampire nation or two would be fun...

Enlightenment dawned suddenly on Marcus.

"Oh, you're a Templar! I'm afraid you probably won't be able to find your friends, if they're on the hunt. You want Kassilant, I think - it's over on the other side of town. You can just see the towers from here."

Marcus waved in the general direction; indeed, the big main tower of the citadel was just visible, outlined against the glow of the city.

"Er, yeah, the Order Prelate can probably help you. Though we don't really see many foreigners around here."

"Thank you, my child." Biagio bowed, and strode off, cape flying behind him, towards the tower.

As befitted a structure built nearly a thousand years ago, the fortress of Kassilant looked ancient, all grey stone and towers.

Now, however, the big main gates stood open, with only a few token guards lounging by the doors.

Seeing Biagio, they straightened up; there is something about authority that shows through no matter what funny clothes someone wears. You either have it or you don't, and the guards were trained to recognise it.

"What can we do for you, sir?" the first one asked, saluting.

"Stand easy, or whatever you soldier types do." Biagio waved him down. "I am High Inquisitor Biagio, of the Holy Roanian Inquisition. I come to speak to your commander." He looked up at the tower. Impressive. For barbarians. He thought.

<Bump> Helllooo?

OOC: Sorry, had to go eat.

The guard nodds, and flips open his radio.

"Yeah, this is Gate One. We've got some funny foreign guy here to see the Prelate. Should I send him up? OK, sure."

He lowers the radio, and turns back to Biagio.

"They're sending someone down to guide you, sir," he says. Sure enough, after a few minutes a young man appears, his grey coat bearing the single white bar of a novice.

"Prelate Tanner says to follow me, sir," he tells Biagio, "He's ready to see you now."

The novice leads Biagio through the echoing entrance hall of Kassilant and up a long flight of stairs to the Prelate's office.

Julian Tanner is a middle-aged man, black hair streaked with grey. If he was handsome in his youth, he is not now; a jagged scar cuts deeply across his face, left by a werewolf some twenty years ago.

"High Inquisitor Biagio," he greets the Roanian. "Most people would make an appointment to see me. I assume you have something of importance to tell me, to bring a foreigner all the way into this lonely area of the world."

"Word has reached the Grand Inquisitor of your struggle in this area. I have been sent to aid you, for a time, in finding what is the cause of the curse on this township." Biagio crossed himself. "Sir, in the name of the Lord, if I can help, I will."

Tanner peers at the Roanian from behind his horn-rimmed glasses.

"I see. It may be smaller than you're used to, but we would hardly call Valaize a "township". One hundred and twenty five thousand souls, and an extra five thousand or so soulless abominations."

Tanner's face goes hard, contemplating the undead infestation.

"Most analysis suggests the undead concentration is simply a result of political geography," Tanner continues. "The creatures try to escape the press of humanity by running to the ends of the earth, and find us here.

"But if your Inquisition thinks it may be something more ... well, I am not about to turn away your assistance. We'll give you a Templar's coat, of course - I doubt most people around here would recognise your own uniform."

Tanner pauses, shuffling the papers on his desk.

"You are familiar with Blood Templar tactics, are you not?"

"Vaguely." Biagio said. "I..." He drew his sword and slashed it through the air. A loud keening noise was heard. "prefer more traditional methods."

And the requisite vampire(well, semi-vamp really) nation has arrived!

And the requisite vampire(well, semi-vamp really) nation has arrived!

It's amazing why people pick vampire nations. With one holy water bomb, I could wipe out most of your aristocracy in one go.

"Understandable," Tanner replies, "Although somewhat less subtle, we find. But the ghasts do have their downsides, of course."

Again he shuffles his paperwork before going on; it is something of a habit.

"So, no ghaster's badge, then." Tanner taps his own, a small red metal pin. "I'd best explain our modus operandi, I guess. Since we have a relitavely small number of people to watch over, and they are spread over a large area, simple patrols and observation obviously don't work.

"Instead, we tend to rely more often on civilian informers, and subtlety. As Sun Tzu says, "The pinnacle of military deployment approaches the formless; if it is formless, even the deepest spy cannot discern it, nor the wise make plans against it." It is always best if the vampire does not know you're hunting him until after you've run a bloodghast into his veins, or put a blade through his heart, as the case may be.

"So naturally, we try to avoid making a fuss in civilian company."

Tanner pauses, and smiles, the scar twisting the left side of his face. "I'm sorry, I seem to have fallen into lecture mode again. It comes of teaching novices for several decades, I'm afraid.

"I'll have Novice Anderson show you to the storerooms, then, and the Patrol Master can put you out with one of the second watch patrols. Any questions?"

"None, brother." Biagio bowed. "And don't worry, I fully understand. I have been teaching novices in the way of the order for years."

He crossed himself, and left.

And the requisite vampire(well, semi-vamp really) nation has arrived!

It's amazing why people pick vampire nations. With one holy water bomb, I could wipe out most of your aristocracy in one go.Actually, Roania, most of my nobles are still living elves

And the requisite vampire(well, semi-vamp really) nation has arrived!

It's amazing why people pick vampire nations. With one holy water bomb, I could wipe out most of your aristocracy in one go.Actually, Roania, most of my nobles are still living elves

"Ouch. Vampire elves. What does her excellency think of that?"

~Prince Alexander Tyral Black

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And the requisite vampire(well, semi-vamp really) nation has arrived!

It's amazing why people pick vampire nations. With one holy water bomb, I could wipe out most of your aristocracy in one go.Actually, Roania, most of my nobles are still living elves

"Ouch. Vampire elves. What does her excellency think of that?"

~Prince Alexander Tyral Black

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Alessia entered Venaize, using her traditional hooded cloak, to hide her real, strange features. Her wings were hidden beneath it, only her eyes showing her supernatural nature.

She was in town hunting, like the natural predator she was. She was looking for vampires, lifedrinkers, as humans usually called them. It was her duty, her work. Looking for redemption wasn't an easy feat. First an Angel, then a devil, now something in between.

Her memories went far away, recalling the feeling of the high winds refreshing her face as she floated over the clouds, singing with her angelic companions for centuries, dreaming about absolute happiness. But then came the pain, the sorrow and the suffering, the memories of the Seraphims deflocking her, ripping out her beautiful angel wings because she wasn't capable of holding back temptation. She fell to hell, making a blood pact with Asmodeus the Lord of the Ninth Ring of Hell, selling her soul for a false promise of peace. She was one of the first succubi, a creature serving the total darkness, swearing to serve evil and wicked ways. Her wings grew again, now twisted reflections of her beautiful angelic limbs, made of slick leather like the wings of a bat. She became a being of absolute beauty, the true awe inspired by her angelic appearance mixed with the dark desire and temptation inspired by her exquisite fiendish body.

She was a warrior too, trained in hell by the best masters of the Fallen Angel, trained as a relentless and cruel killer, without mercy, without regrets. She was a manhunter, luring her victims then sending them to hell. For centuries she stalked the nights, the perfect tool of her fiendish master.

Then came the beginning of her redemption. She still remembered her adventures in the little town, when Alleluia redeemed her, even after she killed dozens of innocents peasants in rage. She went to the Angelico's Eyrie, and watched the self sacrifice of the angel Simon, teaching to her that God could forgive even the worst sins. Thanks to him she realized that redemption could be achieved, no matter what you did in the past, the mercy of heaven is eternal. She swore to pursue all enemies of heaven and bring them down to the justice of the celestial jury, becoming another hunter of the night, predating on the predators. Her former hell masters punished her for her treason, cursing her with eternal blindness, her eyes now only capable of looking into the endless void.

That was almost two hundreds years ago. She fought against demons in quiet towns, battled Pit Fiends in the last corners of the world, explored the hidden crypts of long forgotten liches and slaying vampires for countless nights. She wielded one of the celestial swords of the Seraphims, a gift from the Angelicos of the Eyrie, and the traditional whipsword of the Asmodeus succubi. Half angel, half devil, her life divided between her two heritages, always trying to destroy the hell's influence over her, never achieving her freedom. She always searched for more opponents, slaying more and more evil creatures until heaven finally could forgive her.

She walked through a dark alley, she knew that this little city was swarming with vampires, her acute scent helping her to find them by their stench of death. The smell was fading, for sure the vampire was dying, she quickly rushed in that direction, smelling now several humans near the vampire, for sure victims, or hunters...

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Alessia the Fallen Angel and the Rising Devil.

And the requisite vampire(well, semi-vamp really) nation has arrived!

It's amazing why people pick vampire nations. With one holy water bomb, I could wipe out most of your aristocracy in one go.Actually, Roania, most of my nobles are still living elves

Living elves with vampires?. The last one I knew was the former ruler of Aelosia, Prince Ma'El, he was an elven vampire. It's needless to say that he was deposed some time ago, with the help of Lady Sirithil of the Menelmacari, of course. Elves don't get along with vampires...

Novice Anderson leads Biagio back down the stairs, and into the rambling warren of tunnels and storerooms under the citadel. This is where the Order stores it's equipment, as well as the accumulated odds and ends of nine hundred years of life in Kassilant.

The Stores Master is a petite woman in her thirties, who regards everything with a frown, and Novice Anderson with a scowl.

"What have you broken now, Stephan Gaius Anderson? And why in the name of all the ghasts, great and small, do you have an actor following you about?"

"This is High Inquisitor Biagio, Stores Master McConnor. He's been sent by the Holy Roanian Inquisition to help us. Prelate Tanner said to give him a coat and stuff."

"Hmph." McConnor mutters something half audible about "that werewolf knocking Julian's brains out", and turns her scowl on Biagio.

"Well, Mr Biagio, we shall see if we can get you to look something like a human being."

The Stores Master stalks off, Anderson and Biagio trailing behind. There are rooms full of silver-plated blades, from massive claymores to delicate throwing knives. McConnor pulls down a more modern weapon, the long-bladed dagger used by today's Templars, and throws it to Anderson to hold.

Then they pass through more rooms, these filled with more modern weapons; guns of varying kinds. Anderson catches the handgun thrown to him, but manages to miss several clips of silver-tipped bullets.

They pass by several rooms where the equipment of the ghasters is kept, and enter a wide, low storeroom occupied by row upon row of grey coats. Wearing the uniform of the Blood Templars Biagio could pass for one of them to the non-initiated, but McConnor grumbles about "teaching chimpanzees to kill the undead" and escorts them back out of her domain.

"We've got to see the Patrol Master now, sir," Anderson tells Biagio. "We'd better hurry, actually - the second watch begins in a few minutes. Oh, and sir? Don't let Stores Master McConnor bother you, she's like that to everyone."

Anderson is in fact thinking several much less reverent things about the Stores Master, as his fellow Templars have for years, but he's wise enough not to speak them aloud.

The Patrol Master is almost the exact opposite of McConnor; a huge, paunchy man, he regards everyone and everything with a smile. The cheap whiskey on his breath has something to do with it; his capacity for drink is legendary among the Blood Templars.

"Hey, it's the shrimp." he says, slightly slurred, as Anderson enters his office. "Kick off back to your dorm, shrimp - you ain't due here for another year or three."

"Actually, sir," Anderson says, "I'm here with High Inquisitor Biagio here. Prelate Tanner says to put him out with a second watch patrol."

The Patrol Master turns bleary eyes in Biagio's direction. "So you're Biagio. Think Tanner rang about something like that, yeah. OK, shrimp, now you can clear off."

At this clear - although admittedly somewhat unorthodox - order from a superior, Anderson vanishes.

"Kid's always getting into trouble," the Patrol Master tells Biagio. "Hmm, who to stick you with, who to stick you with..."

After several minutes of strained silence as the Patrol Master thinks, he appears to reach a decision. Lurching to his feet, the big man kicks open the second door of his office, revealing a large common room occupied by a variety of grey-coated figures.

"Ted! Rick! Get in here!" he yells, and a pair of Templars stand, making their way through the scattered chairs to the Patrol Master's office.

"Oooo-kay then. Biagio, this is Teddybear Walthers and Rick Sharpe. Teddy, Rick, this is Biagio, he's a Roanian Inquisitor. Like us, but with more holiness. He's on your patrol for second watch tonight."

The man named "Teddybear" seems to take his nickname in good humor; he holds a hand out for Biagio to shake.

"My name's Theodore, but everyone calls me Ted," he says. "Shades only know why, but for some reason Patrol Master Hakkonsen here calls me Teddybear."

"An' every single one of your girlfriends," Rick Sharpe adds. Theodore, being what they call "drop-dead gorgeous", is certainly qualified to have quite a few lady friends, and does.

Rick, however, is quite possibly the ugliest man ever to wear the Blood Templar greys; his face is composed of an unharmonious mess of features from different ethnic groups, and is hardly improved by the scars he's collected over the years. Ted seems to see redeeming qualities in him that other people can't, however, and so the two polar opposites are good friends.

"We leave in about ... now," Ted continues, as a bell begins to ring somewhere in Kassilant, signalling midnight and the beginning of the second watch.

Alessia followed her scent, tracking the two humans to an unknown entrance. "The Wamphyr is dead, someone killed it. I should suppose several hunters are now active in this place. I should contact them, they could havesome information about where can I find the Wamphyrs".

She waited at the entrance, until someone come out, relying on her hearing and her scent, "If they entered, they will come out sooner or later. I have an eternity to wait".

Novice Anderson leads Biagio back down the stairs, and into the rambling warren of tunnels and storerooms under the citadel. This is where the Order stores it's equipment, as well as the accumulated odds and ends of nine hundred years of life in Kassilant.

The Stores Master is a petite woman in her thirties, who regards everything with a frown, and Novice Anderson with a scowl.

"What have you broken now, Stephan Gaius Anderson? And why in the name of all the ghasts, great and small, do you have an actor following you about?"

"This is High Inquisitor Biagio, Stores Master McConnor. He's been sent by the Holy Roanian Inquisition to help us. Prelate Tanner said to give him a coat and stuff."

"Hmph." McConnor mutters something half audible about "that werewolf knocking Julian's brains out", and turns her scowl on Biagio.

"Well, Mr Biagio, we shall see if we can get you to look something like a human being."

The Stores Master stalks off, Anderson and Biagio trailing behind. There are rooms full of silver-plated blades, from massive claymores to delicate throwing knives. McConnor pulls down a more modern weapon, the long-bladed dagger used by today's Templars, and throws it to Anderson to hold.

Then they pass through more rooms, these filled with more modern weapons; guns of varying kinds. Anderson catches the handgun thrown to him, but manages to miss several clips of silver-tipped bullets.

They pass by several rooms where the equipment of the ghasters is kept, and enter a wide, low storeroom occupied by row upon row of grey coats. Wearing the uniform of the Blood Templars Biagio could pass for one of them to the non-initiated, but McConnor grumbles about "teaching chimpanzees to kill the undead" and escorts them back out of her domain.

"We've got to see the Patrol Master now, sir," Anderson tells Biagio. "We'd better hurry, actually - the second watch begins in a few minutes. Oh, and sir? Don't let Stores Master McConnor bother you, she's like that to everyone."

Anderson is in fact thinking several much less reverent things about the Stores Master, as his fellow Templars have for years, but he's wise enough not to speak them aloud.

The Patrol Master is almost the exact opposite of McConnor; a huge, paunchy man, he regards everyone and everything with a smile. The cheap whiskey on his breath has something to do with it; his capacity for drink is legendary among the Blood Templars.

"Hey, it's the shrimp." he says, slightly slurred, as Anderson enters his office. "Kick off back to your dorm, shrimp - you ain't due here for another year or three."

"Actually, sir," Anderson says, "I'm here with High Inquisitor Biagio here. Prelate Tanner says to put him out with a second watch patrol."

The Patrol Master turns bleary eyes in Biagio's direction. "So you're Biagio. Think Tanner rang about something like that, yeah. OK, shrimp, now you can clear off."

At this clear - although admittedly somewhat unorthodox - order from a superior, Anderson vanishes.

"Kid's always getting into trouble," the Patrol Master tells Biagio. "Hmm, who to stick you with, who to stick you with..."

After several minutes of strained silence as the Patrol Master thinks, he appears to reach a decision. Lurching to his feet, the big man kicks open the second door of his office, revealing a large common room occupied by a variety of grey-coated figures.

"Ted! Rick! Get in here!" he yells, and a pair of Templars stand, making their way through the scattered chairs to the Patrol Master's office.

"Oooo-kay then. Biagio, this is Teddybear Walthers and Rick Sharpe. Teddy, Rick, this is Biagio, he's a Roanian Inquisitor. Like us, but with more holiness. He's on your patrol for second watch tonight."

The man named "Teddybear" seems to take his nickname in good humor; he holds a hand out for Biagio to shake.

"My name's Theodore, but everyone calls me Ted," he says. "Shades only know why, but for some reason Patrol Master Hakkonsen here calls me Teddybear."

"An' every single one of your girlfriends," Rick Sharpe adds. Theodore, being what they call "drop-dead gorgeous", is certainly qualified to have quite a few lady friends, and does.

Rick, however, is quite possibly the ugliest man ever to wear the Blood Templar greys; his face is composed of an unharmonious mess of features from different ethnic groups, and is hardly improved by the scars he's collected over the years. Ted seems to see redeeming qualities in him that other people can't, however, and so the two polar opposites are good friends.

"We leave in about ... now," Ted continues, as a bell begins to ring somewhere in Kassilant, signalling midnight and the beginning of the second watch.

Biagio nodded his head, showing understanding. "Very well, brethren. Shall we go?" He raises his hand. Holy energy appears around it, brightening the area a bit.

Ted nods, and Rick grumbles something. Together, the three of them exit Kassilant, walking through the moonlit grounds and into the city. Around here the buildings are a few shops, and rows of small civilian homes.

"I don't know how you do it, Biagio," Ted tells the Roanian, "But I'm going to send out my shadowghast now, to see what we can see."

The Templar stops under a streetlight, and closes his eyes. To anyone watching the right way, his shadow seems to disappear, drifting off down the street under the command of the shadowghast bound into it.

After a few minutes it drifts back, and Ted opens his eyes.

"That way," he says, pointing down the street. "Several of them."

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Swinging their dessicated trophy heads, Irene and Augustine exit the alleyway, heading out into the brighter glare of the streetlights so that Irene can release her own shadowghast.

The shadow-bound spirits are the Order's main method of detecting vampires, werewolves, and other enemies of humanity. They were also one of the reasons Templars patrolled in pairs; one could stand watch while the other sought out the undead.

Almost immediately after sending the shadowghast, Irene called it back, opening her eyes.

"There's something," she hissed to Augustine, "But I don't know what it is. I've never sensed anything like it before. And it's close, very close."

Augustine's hand goes to his gun at the same time Irene retrieves her blade. Whatever it is, it shall not kill two Blood Templar Adepts without a fight.

Biagio looks shocked. "You risk your souls by playing with such powers." He said, disaprovingly. He concentrated. "I'm... picking up around 4 signs... faint... wait..."

Rick scowls at the Roanian, an expression which makes his ugly face even uglier.

"We've been doin' this for a thousand years, mister," he growls. "Just because you got religion don't mean you can tell us what to do. Humanity's gonna be around long after the last of you Christians is dead, and so are the undead."

"Don't worry, it's perfectly safe," Ted tells Biagio, more calmly; nothing seems to ruffle the handsome young man. "Ghasts aren't evil - at least, not the ones we use. Like anything else, they can be used for good or ill. Shall we go see what we've got tonight, then?"

"Let's." The old man shook his head. Forgive them, lord, for they know not what to do.

OOC: I'm finishing for tonight.

OOC: G'night, then.

Rick mutters something like "religious fanatic", and glowers at the pavement as the trio make their way along the street. At the end of the street, they turn to the right, entering a second quiet suburban road.

Aside from their footsteps on the tarseal and the quiet whistle of the wind through the beeches lining the road, the place is almost silent; peaceful.

Ted stops, pointing to a house a little way along. Even at this late hour, the lights are still bright behind the curtains. It could just be somebody partying late with his friends, but Ted's shadowghast sensed vampires in the house. Something more sinister is going on.

"Let's go," he says, unholstering his gun and disengaging the safety. Rick does likewise.

Alessia dissapeared into the darkness as the humans came out. She couldn't see them, she was blind, after all, but their scent was clear. Two humans, one of them a female. Suddenly she heard the woman saying something, maybe something about her. She concentrated, using her powers to meld with the shadows. It wasn't the proper time to appear yet, maybe these hunters wasn't going to greet her with open arms.

She felt the shadow power that the humans were using, she couldn't analyze it, it was too strange, but powerful too. "Cunning humans, with that they can track vampires as I can. They have their personal scent", she said to herself.

She came out of the alley, her hands held at her sides, palms open to show that she wasn't holding any weapons, but her hooded cloak still covering her figure and her face. "Interesting night we have. Full moon, many people I have known in my life says that in full moon nights the creatures of darkness come out to predate on the living. I know that's not true, because the real predators hunt every night, not just the ones with full moon. Am I wrong?", she said to the hunters in front of her, using her voice in a calmed and relaxed tone, sounding more like a purring cat than a human.

"Don't move!" Augustine snapped, his gun moving up to track the newcomer. "I don't know what you are, and I'm not about to trust you."

"Who are you?" Irene echoed, hand on her blade. "Show yourself!"

"I can't show myself if I can't move. Can you give me a proper order?, you look too nervous, the both of you", said Alessia without moving a muscle, seeing in her mind the silouettes of the pair of humans in front of her. She heard the cocking of a gun, and her scent caught the sweet odor of fear running through the veins of the hunters. "And the proper question is Who you are, not What you are. I could find your words insulting".

"You're not human, creature, and I don't particularly care whether you're insulted or not," Irene says coldly. "The question is, are you an ally, or some new abomination out of the darkness?"

She steps slowly around the hooded figure, careful not to make any sudden moves that might startle the creature. Right now, they were all on edge.

Her hand, holding the silvered blade, snakes around the figure's shoulder to prick at where the throat would be, in any human-shaped being. With her other hand, Irene pulls back the hood.

"Less lip, I think, and more explaining," Irene hisses into the thing's ear.

"I wouldn't touch me if I was you. It could bring you dire consequences", said Alessia, her unearthly beautiful face shining in the dark alley, her eyes still closed. "What do you want?, a name?, an explanation?. Stop your paranoia, I could attacked you when you left your refuge, and I didn't do it". As the cloak fell to the floor, the twin swords hanging on her back became visible, as her black leathered wings wrapped around her body.

She opened her eyes, just puddles of total whiteness, no pupils, not any sign of emotion. It was like seeing a pair of perfect pearls instead of eyes. "I'm here looking for the dead that walk, for the lifedrinkers. I hunt them, for reasons that you don't need to know. And of course I'm not human, not a undead either, if that wash away your fear".

"There are certain creatures we hunt which would fit those standards," Augustine comments, "And certain of them look not unlike you."

He doesn't lower the gun.

"But let's say we we believed you. Let's say that you really do mean us no harm. Let's say you are hunting the undead. That leaves the question, whoever and whatever you are, of why you chose to confront us."

((OOC: Hmmm... Could I bring in a char?))

OOC: Sure, why not. I'd prefer not to have anything super-powerful, though.

Vladimir Bathame, Duke of that Duchy, Admiral of the High Fleet, and generally pretty scary character groaned and shrugged, trying to get his scale armour to fit better over his shoulders. Currently the Admiral was standing in an alley in Venaize watching two Blood Templar argue with some armed woman. This had not been a good day. Vlad scratched a short cropped beard under his fullface, winged helmet. He'd been put on leave for the duration of the Pendragon's shakedown cruise so his fleet captain could get used to his ship, without his admiral breathing down his neck. Of course Vlad hadn't really wanted to let go of his beloved 200,000 tonne SuperDreadnought, so it'd taken a shouting match with the King for him to leave Withybrook while the Pendragon was in harbour. Arriving back at Waynegrad had not improved his temper in the slightest, his wife and son were both overseas and the rest of the family raised the ducal ire. So he'd shipped out to go hunting. Of course being a Britmattian noble he didn't hunt wimpy stuff like lions or what have you. Nobles were expected to be capable of killing swamp dragons singlehanded. As the average swamp dragon was about 10 feet long, most other game paled in comparison. So, the ancestral enemies of he and his duchy, vampires, had lucked out. Off to Venaize he set, sure he'd bump into a vamp fairly quickly and be able to dispatch it and establish his credentials. Unfortunately he'd arrived at dawn. As it was now dark Vlad was at least halfway to one of his famous cold rages, the last of which had resulted in 2 small fires and around $2000 of property damage. He hefted his batloch, famously described as "a sodding great rock handle with a big sharp bat on it", and stepped out into the alleyway and said "Boo."
Hyper alert people tend to jump entertainingly when six feet of massive, armoured and armed figure steps out of the shadows and talks to them sound like death on a bad day. Vlad chuckled behind his helmet, feeling much better already..

In a small bar, not too far away...

Sam pulled himself on to the stool, ordered a drink and let his head hang low on his shoulders. He was exhausted. Two thousand miles in a beaten up company car with nothing but a broken radio and a tape deck full of "Best of Queen" for company. He was damned if he wasn't getting overtime pay for this one.

As he waited for his drink, he pulled a small handheld electronic device from his pocket, and began fiddling with the many dials and switches. After a minute, the sceen gave a readout. He thumped the machine once or twice and tried again. Once again the same readout. He looked around at the people sitting in dark clumps in various corners of the bar. Either the $12,000 piece of equipment had developed an unheard of fault, or he was surrounded by vampires...

Irene felt her heart miss a beat as something leapt from the shadows and shouted "BOO!" at the top of it's voice.

What in the name of the dark is that? she thought, narrowly avoiding a reflexive jerk of her arm that would have driven several inches of silvered steel into the creature's neck.

Relying on Augustine to keep his gun pointed at the first stranger (although he was no doubt as startled as she was), Irene turned to examine whoever, whatever, thought it was funny to almost cause a heart attack in a Blood Templar Adept.

"Name of the dark!" she gasped, fumbling for her gun, "Who the **** are you? Is every ill-begotten vagrant and creature of the night out to say hello tonight?"

((OOC: Gotcha. ^.~))

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*Ambiev, sitting at a stool in a small bar next to a jitterly human fiddling with some sort of PDA, sips at her Elven wine. As the man thumbs the device, she speaks quietly.*

Ambiev: "It's giving you problems?"

((OOC: I originally had a long post, but upon reading it to myself, I decided the way I made Ambiev out wasn't right for this RP. And so I changed it. I can post a bio, if you all want?))

"Maybe." he said quietly, without looking up. "Or there is something wrong with the general state of humanity in this little town."

Sam shifted slightly on the stool as he tried to fix the instrument. He was a lean man of about average height, somewhere in his mid to late 30's. He wore a simple blue suit, brown tenchcoat and wide brimmed hat, the general effect of which was to make anybody talking to him feel like they were confronting a character from a 50's detective novel.

He looked up to see who he was talking to and just caught himself before he fell off the stool. He flicked another switch on the device and pointed it at the woman. It responded by madly flashing a little red light. "That seems to work at least."

OOC: A bio would be helpful

((OOC:
Name: Ambiev
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 257 years
Occupation: Ninja for Hire
Weapons: Enchanted Short Sword, various others

Bio: A travelling swordswoman, Ambiev is an Elven Ronin (Masterless Samurai/Ninja) who wonders from place to place seeking employment, usually by crimelords or other no gooders, but on occasional will work for law enforcers. Her Elven ears are a clear sign of her Elven heritage. Her nationality on the other hand, is unknown, and she evntures forth no information about her past.
Her facial tattoos, while most would dismiss them as decorative markings, are actually power runes, granting her increased physical strength and immunity to most illnesses.
While primarily a swordswoman, Ambiev has a little knowledge in magic, and can cast small healing spells easily enough.))


*Ambiev frowned as the device began beeping at her.*

Ambiev: "And what would that function be?"

*She inquired.*

Vlad grinned happily behind the helmet. "I'm not a vagrant ma'am, I'm just public spirited."
The woman looked frankly murderous and continued fumbling for her gun.
Vlad blew out a breath and took his helmet off. "Easy there. I mean you no harm, I've just had a very trying day. Easy I say!" Vlad swung his axe easily into the sheath between his shoulders. "Look..no weapon. What's to be so tense about? Oh wait." He scratched his beard. "Sorry. I'd forgotten other peoples get all antsy when hunting dangerous game. At home we tend to be used to these things. My name is Vlad, I'm from Britmattia..I'm here to hunt vampires..alright?"
The big man extended a hand to the woman, who stared at it. Vlad sighed.
At least she'd stopped going for her gun. The woman the other templar was pointing a pistol at cleared her throat..

"Ever seen land surveyors going around with tripods and other equipment? I do much the same thing but instead of measuring slopes and gradients I work with background magical interference. This device allows me to work out the exact thaumic resonaces of any paticular object or the average pressure on the local reality." he took a deep breath, "A happy side effect of which means that I can tell when I'm magically outgunned."

Samuel stood there, above the street, watching the people below. The town was practically deserted at nights, and for a good reason. Vampires walked the streets, searching hunting, as did their predators - the Blood Templar. He'd had a few near misses himself. He preffered to stay undetected than to have to explain that, actually, he hadn't done anything wrong. They were almost as bad as the inquisitors - they shot first, asked questions later when it came to vampires. Still, he doubted that they knew of his presence in particular, and it was easy for him to blend in with the undead underground when he wanted to.

He sighed, the cool night air whipping his face, and turned towards the bloodbank. He'd have to feed again tonight, but stealing from a bloodbank was better than having to kill, or worse, turn, a human. He set off at a run...

*Ambiev chuckled.*

Ambiev: "Such a device would be handy to pretty much anyone."

*She orders another glass of Elven wine, then slides the glass towards the human.*

Ambiev: "So tell me, what does it say about me?"

Sam left the elven wine where it was, for some reason the drink designed to taste wonderfull to anyone who drank of it always hit him like a can of diesel fuel. "Just the basics, pureblood elf, greater than average magical attraction probably due to some knowledge of spells, a sharp magical signature emanating from your sword and a constant background of protective and enhancing spells. But it's the stuff round about us I'm worried about."

*Ambiev hurrumphs.*

Ambiev: "Yes, I can sense the impending danger as well. Undead walk amongst the living in this quiet town."

*She pats her sword in it's steath on her back.*

Ambiev: "I take it you have some form of protection yourself, correct?"

"I've got my pistol." Sam fingered the revolver hidden beneath his overcoat, "But under the current circumstances it's about as useful as a chocolate teacup. I didn't come here to fight vampires."

*Ambiev spat at the mention of vampires.*

Ambiev: "Lothesome creatures... Hmmmm, tell you what, how much money do you have on you? For a small fee per day, I can be your bodyguard."

"On me? I think I've got enough to hire you for the next 30 seconds. If I can contact SO-17 in Slutbum Wallah they might be interested enough to grant me a budget for an investigation. They've been trying to trying to find correlations between vampires and magic for years now, they'd see a surveyor in a town packed with them as a perfect opportunity. The only problem is my phones still in my car and they've just blocked the exit." Sam pointeds this out as two pale-looking men in dark clothing took station either side of the exit whilst several more began moving aorund behoind them.

*A smirk crossed Ambiev's face as her hand wraps itself around the handle of her short sword.*

Ambiev: "Those who block us will meet a quick but painful end."

*The silver blade slides out of it's steath, Ambiev pulling it out and holding it in one hand.*

Ambiev: "I'll get you to your vehicle, let's go."

*She hops off the stool and waits for Sam to join her.*

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Sam slid slowly off of the stool and drew his revolver. Six of the creatures were now staring openly at them, wide smiles fixed on their faces. The barman had long since fled, along with any of the humans who had been bright enough to get away. The stupid or drunk had already been quietly dragged off, Sam and Ambiev were the only living left in the bar.

The youngest of the vampires, intent of proving himself to the others, swaggered up to Sam, his vampiric incisors gleaming in the low light. "You're not going anywhe..."

The bullet tore into his face, splattering his smile across several square feet of wallpaper. The smoke coiled gently out of Sam's raised gun. The vampire would heal, but it would hurt like hell. "Shoot first, quip later." he advised before diving backwards over the bar.

Ambiev: "Finish what you start."

*A quick hop forward and Ambiev drives her blade into the vamp that Sam shot's chest, the magically enchanted blade easily piercing it's heart. Ambiev pulled her blade out, a fountain of dark blood erupting upwards from the undead creature's body. Needless to say, the others weren't so pleased with this, and closed in on the female Elf from all sides. Dropping into a crouch, Ambiev springs up and back, pulling a backwards sommersualt over the head of the vamp behind her, landing on the bar, blood still dripping off her. She motioned with one hand for the assembled vamps to come at her.*


((OOC: That's it for today. See ya later, Slutbum. ^.^))

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The enraged vampires surged forwards in a mass of shadow and lengthened, gleaming claws. As the first neared Ambiev, Sam emerged behind her, gun in one hand and a hastily-made molotov cocktail in the other. He cracked off two more shots into the vampires, heaved the flaming cocktail and darted sideways towards the exit.

OOC: Damn these infernal time zones...

Galdor Séregon walked slowly into Venaize and looked round for the nearest pub

As Galdor was looking for the nearest pub, he saw Sam emerge from a building followed by several vampires. He then snuck up behind Sam and attempted to bite him on the neck

OOC: We're not out yet.

"As Sun Tzu says, "The pinnacle of military deployment approaches the formless; if it is formless, even the deepest spy cannot discern it, nor the wise make plans against it."

OOC: I'm amused. Do you read Sun Tzu or do you play Alpha Centauri.

OOC: G'night, then.

Rick mutters something like "religious fanatic", and glowers at the pavement as the trio make their way along the street. At the end of the street, they turn to the right, entering a second quiet suburban road.

Aside from their footsteps on the tarseal and the quiet whistle of the wind through the beeches lining the road, the place is almost silent; peaceful.

Ted stops, pointing to a house a little way along. Even at this late hour, the lights are still bright behind the curtains. It could just be somebody partying late with his friends, but Ted's shadowghast sensed vampires in the house. Something more sinister is going on.

"Let's go," he says, unholstering his gun and disengaging the safety. Rick does likewise.

OOC: Biagio is not uberpowerful. He has spent dozens of years honing his skills against the undead.

IC: Biagio rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets in order to disguise the glow they were taking on. He patted them to ensure his pistol was in place. Not that I'd need it.

The old man sniffed the air discretely. Wampyr. At least 2 of them. Probably more.

OOC:
Roania: that's OK then.
Calcednie: Both, actually, but the Alpha Centauri quote stuck in my head better. Sun Tzu's darn hard to read.

-----

Irene glared, ignoring the big man's hand. Tourist, she thought irritably, And a cursed stupid one at that.

"If you want to volunteer to join the Templars," she growled angrily, "Then you had best apply at Kassilant.

If not, then you should be aware that there's a fine applicable for interrupting a Blood Templar on patrol, Mr Vlad. Having foreign hunters running around our jurisdiction does not make things easier."

-----

Ted nodded to Rick, and the two Templar moved quietly up to the door.

Rick tried the handle; the door was unlocked. More circumstantial evidence; most living people locked their doors at nights to hide from the undead.

He pushed the door open, and the two of them entered the house with practiced ease, Biagio following them.

With Rick covering him, Ted opened a door on the right.

"Nobody move!" he yelled, gun aimed unerringly at a pale-skinned, dark-clothed figure who, anywhere else, might have been mistaken for a teenage goth. Here, there was no such doubt.

One of the other vampires made a move to stand, and Ted's gun swung to the elder of the two. Rick moved to target the other.

"Kill them all," Ted said quietly, and his voice was a stark contrast from the cheerful tone he'd used before, cold as iron.

-----

Eriane Mason yawned, and stretched absently. Every Templar newly promoted to Adept got a watch or two at the municipal blood bank attached to the hospital.

It was boring as all the shades, of course, but supposedly it taught discipline. The past four years had been nothing but discipline, it seemed, and Eriane, like many new Adepts before her, was eager for a hunt.

As far as she knew, no vampire had ever tried to attack the blood bank; it was well known the place was guarded.

On the other side of the guardhouse, old Eugene Harrison blinked sleepily. Eugene got this duty night after night because he was no good any more for anything more active, and he could still control the fireghasts which formed the main line of defences.

"Time to go check outside again," Harrison reminded her, and Eriane nodded. They didn't actually leave the guardhouse, of course; that could leave them vulnerable to attack from the street. Instead, Eriane closed her eyes, and sent out her shadowghast.

The bound spirit was still fresh from the wild, having been captured only a few months ago, and fought her commands. None the less, Eriane forced it out into the glare of the streetlights, stretching it's senses out for any trace of the undead.

Vlad blinked mildly. Irregardless of his position in the nobility, he was still an intimidatingly sized individual, usually people were a lot politer. He drew his hand back and eyed the woman. "Well that I did not know. I must apologise for startling you, I'm somewhat noted for my poor sense of humour and it seems to have struck again. I take it this Kasilant place is nearby?"
The woman scowled and wordlessly pointed at a hazily outlined tower a few streets over.
Vlad nodded slowly. "Thank you for your help." He put his helmet back on and strode off toward the building. He sped up into the steady lope most nobles developed for pacing alongside their dragons on hunts, streets passed by in a blur, which abruptly snapped back into focus with the sound of a gunshot. Vlad skidded to a hault, just as a rather distinctively vampiric type hurled himself out the shadows and inside the building the gunshot had come from. Vlad grinned, this is what he'd come for. He ran over to the building, swung his axe with one hand and kicked the door out of it's frame and leaped inside the bar...

OOC: There's not gonna be enough left. There's only five left in there and some of them are on fire.

Samuel could sense it even from far away. Blood, and lots of it. He set off at a sprint, leaping from building to building, until eventually, he was over the street from the tall building. He made sure that he was completely hidden in a shadow, and closed his eyes. It was almost second nature to him now. His mind slipped away, searching, sensing. There was something down there in the street. A creature of shadow...a new form of undead perhaps? He dismissed the shadowghast, and felt the two Templar. That was to be expected, but they were inside at least. He returned to his own head, the world coming back into focus as he did so.

The building was only over the street, but it was higher than the one he was standing on, by quite a bit. He'd never attempted such a difficult jump before. There was nothing for it - going in the front would mean meeting the Templar. He backed up a bit, and sprinted at a speed only a vampire could. He leapt, the building falling away from him, leaving a faint blue tint to the air below him. He was going to make it. The building was approaching. He had the height, the distance...and suddenly the street was looking closer and closer. He crashed through a window near the top of the building, slicing the top of his right arm open as he did so. It began bleeding quite badly, but he licked it up quickly. He needed fresh blood. However, the Templar would have to have been quite incompetent not to have noticed the sound of breaking glass. He had to be fast.

Alessia take advantage of the arrival of the foreigner to dissapear again in the shadows, leaving a faint odor of brimstone AND roses, the strangest odor that a human scent could perceive, the mixture of heaven and hell in the same place.

She sent a telephatic message to the female templar, it was easy to attune her mind with the female, she was more open to her psychic powers, "We will meet again, and the next time I'll show why I'm trying to help you", the soft voice of the mysterious being resounding inside Irene's mind.

Biagio drew his blade, and turned to face them. "In the name of the lord, impure souls of the living dead shall be put to rest. Amen." He moved with a speed that belied his age, tearing undead limbs apart with his sword.

Behind him, a ghoul came from a door, one of the house's original occupants horribly restored to life. He barely moved, simply touched it with a glowing hand. "Return to your sleep." He commanded.

Augustine swore, looking around wildly for the strange ... being, whatever it was; it had taken advantage of the crazy foreigner's presence to vanish as quietly as it had appeared.

"Where'd it go?" he asked.

"It'll be back," Irene replied grimly.

"Should we call for a termination note on it?", Augustine asked, worried.

Irene shook her head. "Not yet, I think. We'd better get back to Kassilant, it's past second watch start-time."

"I suppose so." Augustine retrieved his trophy heads from where they'd fallen. "Strangest watch ever, I swear..."

-----

Behind Biagio's back, Rick and Ted shared a look. It seemed the foreigner was good for something after all, Rick thought, even if he was a fundimentalist.

Closing his eyes, Ted sent out his shadowghast, scouting through the other rooms of the house.

"That's all of them," he confirmed, "There's nothing else hiding here."

-----

"By all the burning shades of Hell!" Harrison exclaimed, hearing something shatter inside the building. "Girl, you're supposed to be keeping that shadow out watching!"

"I was!" Eriane replied, panicky. "I thought I sensed something for a moment, but there was nothing there."

"Idiot," Harrison growled, "Just my luck. The one night something tries to attack this place, and I'm saddled with a total fool... did you listen to anything in training, girl?"

Harrison turned away before she could answer, sending out his own shadowghast.

"It's in the blood bank," he said a few seconds later, heading for the door. "Come on, girl! What are you waiting for?"

Feeling like the stupidest person to ever pass through Kassilant's gates, Eriane hurried after Harrison as the old man ran out of the guardhouse and into the blood bank.

Why had they never thought that something could come in through the back? The fireghasts only defended the front door, the most obvious point of attack. By the sound of it, the vampire - it could only be a vampire - had smashed it's way through one of the rear windows.

The blood bank was cool and quiet, row upon row of medical refrigerators stretching off in long aisles. This place guzzled power like nothing else; it, and the freezingworks, were the two largest power consumers in Venaize.

The vampire, wherever it was, was being quiet. Obviously it could hear Harrison clumping about, no matter how much the old man might be trying to stay quiet.

As if he could read her mind, Harrison stood still, sending out his shadowghast again.

"That way," he said quietly, "And close. Get ready to send out your bloodghast, I can trust you to manage that, no?"

Eriane swallowed, and nodded. The usual way of releasing a bloodghast in an emergency was by opening a cut across the back of the hand, but Harrison had been trained decades back, when they still opened the wrists.

"Good." Harrison drew his gun and his blade; at least he would try not to let her get killed while she sent out the 'ghast.

"Go," he told her.

Eriane gritted her teeth, and drew her blade across the back of her hand. Willed the bloodghast out of her veins, began the meditations that would keep her body alive.

She was the bloodghast, riding along with it's primitive conciousness, directing it through the narrow gaps between the tall, gently humming refridgerators to the vampire.

Suck on this, bitch, she thought, quite proud of the line. If it hadn't noticed the animate cloud of blood by now, it was blind.

Im sorry but this has to be blurted out by the flying monkey council
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Alessia the Fallen Angel and the Rising Devil.

VAMPIRE SLAYER COMICS CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
God dammit use ur own drawings...lazy people

Standing from his balcony over the pool of the world above him.... Sorius chuckled at the strggle ensuing in the small town....

"My many brothers and minions are taking control!"

"Sorry Sir?" Said Lady Riath...

"Nothing Dear, just watching the vampires take hold again!"

"Oh..."

Lady Riath hated him! Ever since the day he took her from her home in Sorcerers Isle and brought her to this god forsaken underworld!

She secretly hoped the humans, what she used to be, would triumph over the filth of the vampires!

*****

Sorius had just ordered more vampires to be sent 'up there' and Lady Riath knew that the humans would be up against something never experienced before... she knew she had tried to kill so many of them, even herself... but it was much harder than it first appeared... especially with the noticible lack of silver or mercury in Aeternitatem...

Riath sent her prayers to the above... along with the curse of the vampiric agressors

15 full Aeternitatem Vampiric units arrived up side of the underworld.

"MOVE OUT!!" Shouted, or more loudly gasped, Dazool, Vampire General Minor from the Aeterni Underworld.

"Hunt! Eat! Find new minions! I want 500 more humans to be voluntarily or not inducted into our ranks!"

Dazool thought "These Order characters are way out of their league! Nothing worked on the Aeterni Vampires... Nothing they could not counter attack...."


****

Dazool, nor Sorius had ever seen anything like the Bloodghast they were about to come up against... There was about to be a great battle go on... many dead... but only one triumphing species.... At this point.. Dazool was convinced it was to be the Vampires....

Oh the joy if the vampiric race was to take over the up world again... seas of blood, rivers of plasma... theyd have it all!!

****

Dazool set out, weapon in hand, not to find minions... but to hunt down the Order Members and kill them...

OOC: Just a note... im in Australia and with these damned different time zones this is gonna be hard... so if someone would like to rp Dazool and my units for me while i am away/asleep that would be great...otherwise i will sit and be a secondary outside character etc...

*Ambiev followed suit, her Enchanted Blade cleaving all who stood in her way. She wasn't trying to kill any of them just yet, just get to the door. She was faster then Sam, and got to the door first. The bar was burning down, and the human dived out the front door as the fire casued the roof to collaspe. The vampires inside were caught. Ambiew assumed most of them would die in the fire.*

Ambiev: "Bye bye vampies."

*The Elven Ninja steathed her blade after cleaning it on a dry cloth she carried, both hands on her hip.*

Ambiev: "That was fun. Now, where's your car?"

Im sorry but this has to be blurted out by the flying monkey council
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Alessia the Fallen Angel and the Rising Devil.

VAMPIRE SLAYER COMICS CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
God dammit use ur own drawings...lazy people

((OOC: Actually, that's Morgan, from Dark Stalkers.))

Sam flicked open the chamber of the revolver and let the spent shells tumble to the ground. "Aow, aow, aow, aow, aow, and did I mention friggin ouch! Remind me to never try to jump backwards over a bar again. It hurts." he looked up from reloading his gun and checked the darkened streets, now illuminated by the cheerfully burning bar. "I left it just down the street. Here it is."

The car looked as if it had been trying to build up the effort to fall apart for the last ten years, saving its strength for one almighty collapse. Sam reached inside and fished out his mobile, "I usually leave the car unlocked. Its been stolen three times but they always abandon it a few feet later. I'm the only person who can get it to move." He rapidly puched a few buttons and waited.

Samuel crept quietly through the bank, though he knew it would do little good. He stopped before a corner, and sensed them. Two humans, nearby. He closed his eyes, his mind slipping away, and approached.

"Get ready to send out your bloodghast, I can trust you to manage that, no?"

He older of the two seemed highly irritated, But he was curious as to what a bloodghast was...perhaps the creature in the street? He watched as the girl made a small cut in the back of her hand, almost losing control at the sight of the weaping blood...the heaving bosoms...he shuddered mentally, regaining control. He reeled his mind back into his body, and prepared to face this bloodghast creature.

Samuel spun as the cloud turned the corner, and saw what it was for the first time. A cloud of red blood, spinning towards him. It was almost too much to take. Focus, he told himself. This would be more difficult than he expected. He drew out his whip, the leather flowing around him, merely an extension of his body. No whip could replace his old one though, the 'Vampire Killer', but duty had made him pass it on.

He lunged forward, swiping left and right, doing nothing to the slowly approaching creature. He roared with frustration, and grabbed a vial of holy water from his belt. He threw it forward, holy flames licking the ceiling of the corridoor. He wasn't sure if it would even effect the bloodghast, but it was better than nothing, he though, as he turned to look for some way to escape...

Alessia was hearing from a nearby ceiling how the Aeternitatem vampires entered the city through the portal that connected Venizae with the Underworld. "Nasty lot, the stench of death is powerful on them", she said to herself. Even with her lack of sight, she almost sensed her surroundings, visualizing the place where the vampires were entering the city.

She jumped from rooftop to rooftop, her wings helping her to achieve the big jumps. Finally she was just above the undead, standing on the top of a high building. "Let's try to find some information first". She held her whipsword and launched the razorchain against the last Aeternitatem vampire in the line.

The chain wrapped around the undead throat of the lifedrinker, stopping him from screaming, the razors of the chain embedded deep inside his neck. In the roof, Alessia called back her sword and the chain pulled up the vampire to the place where she was standing, still held by the chain, landing at her feet. The razorchain recovered the form of a sword, turning into a straight blade.

"Now let's have a little chat, darling. Who are you, and where are you from?", said Alessia placing her boot over the vampire's chest, stabbing him with the stiletto of her heel.

OOC: I'd like to join in here. Could I have a summary of what has happened thus far and are you still allowing entry?

OOC: Basically its a town loaded with vampires. Past that I dunno whats happening. I know I could use an extra character to talk to. The person I'm currently with is in a totally different time zone. When I come home from school, he (or she) is going to bed.

OOC: Hmm. Well, I ask your superior RP knowiness Slutbum: Should I send Grimzag here (He IS the only character I've ever properly used...)?

OOC: It might be easier to just make someone up.

OOC: After much deliberation, I've decided that I will send GD after all. No offense intended Wallah, but I hate having to make up a character from scratch when I've got a perfectly good one lying idle...

Grimzag cursed loudly when he saw the helicopter fall into a steep dive, and the contents of the pilots helmet fly past his face. He would think about this later, he decided silently as he strapped his parachute on. In the meantime, he'd better do his best to avoid becoming a smear on the ground.

He checked the door of the chopper. Jammed. No biggy, a swift kick from one of his steel toe-capped combat boots saw to it. The door flapped open, Grimzag grabbed what he could carry of his equipment (Mostly his backpack) and jumped out.

A few minutes later, Grimzag surveyed the wreckage. His first conclusion was that the pilot was indeed, very, very dead. Half his face had been torn clean off from the smush that used to be a head. The control panels in front of him had exploded for some reason. Grimzag checked the wreckage for anything he had missed, before opening his backpack.

Enough rations to last him for 5 days, 6 if he didn't mind being peckish, 10 pounds of C4, his Desert Eagles and 15 good clips (Plus a satchel full of 45 sig. rounds).

He dusted down his jacket and headed towards a town that he spied in the distance, after he strapped his holster on. No sense in taking any risks after surviving a crash, now was there?

Tyron was the last vampire to exit the underworld portal into the town of Venaize. He hated these ventures, he hated Dazool... his 'father'... he no more wanted to change humans into vampires than he wanted to suck the crimson life from the first puppy his father gave to him. He liked humans, he liked their 'humanity'... he loved the Lady Riath, they were solid in their friendship, a strange one, being that they were of different species... and she hated his...

Tyron was ripped from thought by a sharp pain around his neck. Just as he realised it was a whip of sime kind, made of chain, his lifeless body was lifted from the ground into the air, and was deposited unceremoniously on the roof of one of the surrounding houses. There he felt a sharp prink enter through his rubbery skin, between his ribs. This pissed him off, it would take him weeks to force that to repair.. he had not quite managed the gift of instant repair yet.

Looking up he saw what he thought to be a human female, he wasnt quite sure... the light from her suit and the silver moon breaking through the cloud was the first light he had seen in years and it blinded him.

He heard the voice, not quite understanding what was being said, but he tried to convey his own feelings.

"ACERBUM SANE ET LUCTUOSUM NUNTIUM, AD EXPERIMENTUM AD MULTOS.... " he stopped, not knowing what to say next...

"AD HOC IPSUM CONSTITUTA, ADMIRATIO POPULI" seeing the look of confusion on the womans face he began, with diffuculty to translate to a human tongue....

He started again "I bring biter and lamentable news, as an experiment too many vampires, consituted for this purpose and to the amazement of the people, have been forced above by King Sorius...... "

feeling the heel of the womans shoe drive deeper into his bones he screamed without wary.

"ADHUC SUB IUDICE LIS EST!!!!"(The dispute is still under judgment!)

*****

Dazool stalked through the town, he could smell burning flesh and hoped it was human, but knew it was not so. Rounding the corner he saw what used to be a bar or tavern of somekind burning to the ground... he heard no screams, so if the victims were human they were already dead... or if they were vampires, they were just sitting, waiting for the opportune time to reemerge....

Dazool then saw in the shadows of the flames a brother... being attacked by what seemed to a be a cloud... a cloud of blood... Dazool had no idea what this could be... and sent three of his death unit to help the vampire....

He saw the cloud of red turn on his men, and their faces screamed with horror... and fell to the ground dead...

Dazool was furious! "NOTHING CAN KILL AETERNI VAMPIRES!!!"

*bump*

OOC: This looks interesting.... I'm not sure which of my characters, if any, would fit- I'll start a new one. Kalteer- too powerful. Shadowdancer- perhaps later; it could join either side. A degral will work- powerfull enough to be usefull, but not too strong to be interesting. Also, this is the sort of thing they would be interested in. He'll need special weapons....
IC: Teldron Kavgrul smiled when he saw the town, and walked faster. His travels had kept him in the wilderness for several weeks, and he looked forward to a bit of rest. He paused, though as he drew near the town. Something isn't right with this place. It has amazingly high levels of magic- and there's an aura of dark power hanging over this area. Perhaps this will not be the relaxing pause I was hoping for, but I'd better investigate this place. His eyes glowing a wary white, Teldron continued. To his right, he saw the wreckage of a helicopter; a large man, whose tracks led away from the crash site, had almost reached the town ahead. Perhaps he knows what is going on in this place. Teldron broke into a quiet run, hoping to get to the city while the man was still in sight.
OOC: If no one minds the addition of this character, I'll describe him in more detail when he meets one of the others.

*tag*

Behind Biagio's back, Rick and Ted shared a look. It seemed the foreigner was good for something after all, Rick thought, even if he was a fundimentalist.

Closing his eyes, Ted sent out his shadowghast, scouting through the other rooms of the house.

"That's all of them," he confirmed, "There's nothing else hiding here."


"Good." The old man turned and crossed himself. "Let us return to your..." He turned, sensing a dark energy.

OOC: This may seem silly... but who is Vampiric and who isnt... its getting a little confusing... or perhaps i am just tired.... i would be nice if you could mention which group you are in at the bottom of your next post.... if not... i'll live i guess :) Ta Muchly

Grimzag slowed down as he entered the town. There was something very wrong here. An odd sensation was at the back of his mind, one he hadn't felt since... since...

He shook his head and wandered into the town. He noticed two people standing at a wreck of a car, one of which had what looked like a mobile phone. Grimzag walked towards him quickly. But he kept one hand on the butt of one of his Eagles

OOC: Grimzag is a half-demon. He can sense vampires, but it takes him a while to suss what he's sensing. He kills whatever he has to and doesn't feel eitherway about it.

((OOC: My char is a non-vampy, Ambiev is a traveling Elven Ninja-For-Hire.))

*Ambiev waited paitently as Sam called his boss. She became aware of another person approaching them, and her hand drifted to the handle of her short swored.*

((OOC2: By the by, I'm a girl. :P))

OOC: Im vampiric obviously... and im also a girl :) my characters are not der :)

***

Dazool ran towards the fallen Aeterni Vampires. Furious he began to shout in Aeterni tongue.... "CASUS BELLI! CASUS BELLI!"

Standing over the dead vampires he cast an incantation trying to revive the fallen vampiri. "CITO LABITUR HORA; LAETUM MANE FUGIT, SUCCEDUNT TEMPORA NOCTIS MAESTA. "

The bones flinched, but didnt move up. Dazool expected to see the lifelessness to drain back into the bodies. Seeing nothing he turned on the closest people, those who were responsible for the re-death.
Wheeling around his massive frame moved towards the Templar Order Knights(?)

Walking towards them with great power he stared with red eyes. He stopped and smelt the air.... stepping over a woman lying on the ground he turned and yanked her from the ground. He pulled the screaming woman close to his body, drew his teeth and his gun and began to walk towards those who had affronted his men.

He knew that these people would not attack as long as he held the screaming woman....

He shouted again at the in broken english "Go on attack me, you attack ze innozent too?!"

OOC: A Roanian Inquisitor would shoot the women as well as the vampire.

Just letting you know that's not fool proof.

OOC: well theres got to be something the staves off the bloodghast... nothing is perfect... and one party just cant be unilaterily obliterated without some kind of fight....

ok if I join in?

OOC: well theres got to be something the staves off the bloodghast... nothing is perfect... and one party just cant be unilaterily obliterated without some kind of fight....

OOC:No, of course not. And those are Templars. They care.

Inquisitors don't. They see no difference between a vampire that uses blood banks, and Dracula.

fine with me.. what side you joining?

OOC: well theres got to be something the staves off the bloodghast... nothing is perfect... and one party just cant be unilaterily obliterated without some kind of fight....

OOC:No, of course not. And those are Templars. They care.

Inquisitors don't. They see no difference between a vampire that uses blood banks, and Dracula.

Well i will be sure to take care around your inquisitors! :?

if you can come up against the King of course

Vlad growled and swung his axe again. Another vampire exploded in a cloud of dust. This had been a really crappy trip. First the grumpy templar, then explosions and all sorts of weirdos running backwards and forwards through town. He kicked the last vampire of the group he'd surprised in the crotch and swiped it with a backhand, neatly trepanning it and removing it from existence.
Growling to himself about "ass-backward towns on the west coast of no-where" he ducked into a doorway and sat for a moment. And felt the tingle that the BatLoch used to indicate vampires. He stood, leather and metal rasping against the doorway. Clearly visible were two templar facing a yelling vampire holding a woman. Vlad grinned so hard his eyebrows met in the middle. He started to swing his BatLoch, harder, faster, until it was a glowing red disc with a black orb at the centre then he released his grip and it flew from his hand like a thunderbolt, ripping the vampire away from the woman and pinning him to a nearby wall like a bug.
The vampire screamed hoarsely and thrashed against the magical weapon as the templar moved in but Vlad beat them as he crossed the distance between himself and the undead creature in a few bounds. He pulled a small vial of holy water from a pouch on his belt, shoved it in the vampire's screaming mouth and hit it with an uppercut to the jaw. The vamp's mouth snapped shut and it's eyes widended. Then it started thrashing harder, steam pouring from it's throat, then torso, then every part of it's body..

OOC: i hope you dont think that was Dazool..... like ive said befor nothing short of mercury and the purest silver... and the bloodghast works on Aeterni Vampiri.... Holy Water has no effect...

play realistically.... Dazool is my main character... i dont know much about this kinda roleplay... but you cant just kill a main character off in one friggen post.... i am most unimpressed currently...

and who said my vampires were yellow?

OOC: However i will role play from your last post

IC:

Dazool was in an intense amount of pain, but thought to himself "Just let the steam dissipate and you will gain control once more....."

The steam subsided and Dazool, red eyes blazing stared straight into the eyes of the big 'man' holding him against a wall....

"AMOR CAECUS EST." Laughed Dazool kicking the man in the stomach and drawing his teeth out to sink them into the mans arm.

OOC: Argh argh argh. Sorry I haven't been able to get on earlier. For those who're worried; yes, there are ways to kill bloodghasts. The easiest one would be to burn them. If it's seperated from it's body too long the controller will die, too.

Aeternitatem: Argh! I meant this to be an RP where everyone had a few characters, not one where people sent in hordes of undead! We appear to have a problem here, since none of us are going to want major characters killed off or turned.

Aiur: I'm not sure about the "holy flames" buisness, but splashing holy water on a bloodghast would only dilute it a little, probably. They're neutral, not evil. You'd be better off with some kind of toxin. Anything that kills red blood cells directly.

I think I'll repeat it; Venaize is a small city, not a town. Population is 125,000+. Cities are any settlement above 100,000, or anywhere with a cathedral.

Allright, on to the RP stuff now.

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Eriane pulled the bloodghast back with difficulty; the 'ghast was young, and fought her commands. But it had the instinct not to go into the flames of whatever flammable liquid the vampire chucked at it.

And then, tenatively, she sent the bloodghast drifting through the air towards the vampire, towards it's head ... by all the shades, just the idea was disgusting. She'd practiced often enough, in safe conditions back at Kassilant, but this was different.

"Hurry up and kill it!", she dimly heard Harrison snap, from back where her cooling body was stretched out on the polished floor. His eyes were closed; he was following the scene with his shadowghast.

Eriane hesitated, and almost lost control of the bloodghast. That could easily be fatal.

Harrison swore, and ran off down the aisles, leaving her lying on the cold floor. He'd be going towards the vampire ... which appeared to be running in the opposite direction.

Oh, hell. If he kept going in that direction, he'd run straight across her body ... her vulnerable and unguarded body, thank you very much indeed Harrison.

Scrabbling back into command of the 'ghast, Eriane sent it rushing down the aisle after the vampire. Maybe she could get the 'ghast back to her body before he reached it.

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Augustine ran across the short distance to the woman, who'd crumpled back to the pavement.

"You okay, lady? You should know not to be going out on nights like these. It's not safe."

Nearby, Irene sent her bloodghast back to her body, rapidly running her blood back into her veins. Speed was dangerous, but necessary. Being out cold in a firefight was not safe.

"Well, maybe you are good for something, foreigner. Keep up the good work."

She fumbled in her coat pockets for her radio, found it, flipped it open and turned it on.

"Kassilant, this is Irene Montreeve. Yes, we've run into trouble - got an unknown number of unidentified vampires. No, I didn't think to ask one what breed it was, you idiot! Get us backup!"

The vampire moved, yelling something in a foreign language, and Irene exchanged radio for gun, emptying a clip into the thing. Granted, even with silver tips that would only slow the thing, not kill it ... but maybe it would slow it long enough.

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"What is it?" Ted asked Biagio, frowning, as Rick knelt to sever the bloodless heads of the dead vampires.

Before the Inqusitor could answer, Rick's radio buzzed, the harsh tone that signalled an emergency. He retrieved it quickly, and flipped it open.

"Yes? Emergency? Oh, shit. I'd say we need deathghasts. Yes, I know what Order policy is on those. Screw Tanner, he hasn't been in the field for years, you hear me? Yes, we'll be there."

He returned the radio to his coat pocket, and stood up, abandoning the trophy heads.

"Big stir up on Sessalin Avenue," he reported, "Some kind of vampiric invasion. We've been ordered over to assist."

Vlad coughed and wheezed, rubbing his stomach. The body armour had absorbed most of the impact, but he was probably going to bruise.
That was one murthering tough vampire, Mithraic holy water, with Mithra's association with the sun, was traditionally regarded as the napalm of it's niche and the vamp had survived it.
Vlad raised a hand and the BatLoch whipped back into it's master's grip. He stood and watched the templar pump rounds into it, which it also seemed to be ignoring. He growled and reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a tube shaped grenade, looked at it, mused on whether it was better to give the vamp severe sunburn and blind the templar or not to, put it back in it's pouch and cursed. He looked around for something that might be more effective and his eyes light up, espying a sporting goods store just across the square.
Vlad sprinted across the square, booted the door off it's hinges and cast around looking for...ah. He smashed the case the hunting crossbow was in, pulled it out, snagged the quarrels and popped the metal caps off them.
Loading the crossbow he stepped out into the square and hurled his BatLoch at the vamp's legs, neatly removing one below the knee. The vampire collapsed, then pushed itself to hands and knees and Vlad started shooting it with the crossbow..

Aeternitatem: Argh! I meant this to be an RP where everyone had a few characters, not one where people sent in hordes of undead! We appear to have a problem here, since none of us are going to want major characters killed off or turned.


dude chill... ive only got the one character... the hordes are just adding to the chaos... i can reduce the numbers if so desired.

Dazool felt every single entry wound he was sustaining from the humans.... fearing his insta-repair was not going hold out for long enough he curled up and formed his bat shape.... it was hard, he had so much silver in his body.... he was going to have trouble making this one out alive... getting the strength he needed to lift from the ground he made it to about second storey window height and collapsed on the sill.... waiting for the repair to take hold...

(OOC: The holy water was in a sealed vial, that erupted in flames when it hit the ground near the bloodghast. It would burn really high for a second or so, and then get a bit smaller, to about human shoulder height.)

Samuel reached for his cross, the only other weapon he carried with him apart from the water and the whip. Unless you counted his bible. It was laden with jewels, and a large ruby was set in the middle of it. He held it up in front of him, pointing it towards the vampire hunter on the other side of the flames.

"Wait! I don't want to hurt you!"

Grimzag's hand strayed closer towards his Eagle when he saw Ambiev. He came to a halt about 5 feet in front of her and Sam. He turned and saw what looked like a warzone.

"What the Hell is going on here?!" He asked.

OOC: Yeah, I wanna go kill stuff...

"Good question." The speaker emerged from the shadows behind Grimzag, keeping well to one side. He is of average height; his hair is light brown, and rather ragged, and his eyes are shining brightly (still white). He is wearing brown pants, a green shirt, and a somewhat tattered black jacket. His arms are unusually long, and marked with strange runes and symbols. He carries a battle axe in his right hand and a sword in his right; both have holy symbols and magic runes inlaid with silver on their blades. He seemes nervous, glancing frequently in different directions, and keeps his back to a solid wall.
OOC: I think both sides are going to need minions for the main characters to kill; it's obvious that nobody wants to lose an important character. Therefor, I think Aeternitatem's army will be kind of useful, as long as Dazool is the primary focus. Considering how many characters are on the side of good, it seems unlikely that much of it will survive long.

Tyron was the last vampire to exit the underworld portal into the town of Venaize. He hated these ventures, he hated Dazool... his 'father'... he no more wanted to change humans into vampires than he wanted to suck the crimson life from the first puppy his father gave to him. He liked humans, he liked their 'humanity'... he loved the Lady Riath, they were solid in their friendship, a strange one, being that they were of different species... and she hated his...

Tyron was ripped from thought by a sharp pain around his neck. Just as he realised it was a whip of sime kind, made of chain, his lifeless body was lifted from the ground into the air, and was deposited unceremoniously on the roof of one of the surrounding houses. There he felt a sharp prink enter through his rubbery skin, between his ribs. This pissed him off, it would take him weeks to force that to repair.. he had not quite managed the gift of instant repair yet.

Looking up he saw what he thought to be a human female, he wasnt quite sure... the light from her suit and the silver moon breaking through the cloud was the first light he had seen in years and it blinded him.

He heard the voice, not quite understanding what was being said, but he tried to convey his own feelings.

"ACERBUM SANE ET LUCTUOSUM NUNTIUM, AD EXPERIMENTUM AD MULTOS.... " he stopped, not knowing what to say next...

"AD HOC IPSUM CONSTITUTA, ADMIRATIO POPULI" seeing the look of confusion on the womans face he began, with diffuculty to translate to a human tongue....

He started again "I bring biter and lamentable news, as an experiment too many vampires, consituted for this purpose and to the amazement of the people, have been forced above by King Sorius...... "

feeling the heel of the womans shoe drive deeper into his bones he screamed without wary.

"ADHUC SUB IUDICE LIS EST!!!!"(The dispute is still under judgment!)

OOC: Alessia is a Vampire Hunter, she's half-angel, half-succubus, a Fallen Angel.

IC:

Alessia picked up the vampire by his collar, forcing him to stare at her pearl-like eyes, eyes without any sign of life. "Tell me. Why are you here?, What bring that Vampire army into this city?. You're looking for something, tell me, and maybe I will free you", she said, opening her black leathered wings to receive the care of the direct moonlight, her whipsword still on her hand, the chain hissing like a snake against the floor. "I come from hell, and I can send you there for all eternity, so answer me with the truth".

"What is it?" Ted asked Biagio, frowning, as Rick knelt to sever the bloodless heads of the dead vampires.

Before the Inqusitor could answer, Rick's radio buzzed, the harsh tone that signalled an emergency. He retrieved it quickly, and flipped it open.

"Yes? Emergency? Oh, shit. I'd say we need deathghasts. Yes, I know what Order policy is on those. Screw Tanner, he hasn't been in the field for years, you hear me? Yes, we'll be there."

He returned the radio to his coat pocket, and stood up, abandoning the trophy heads.

"Big stir up on Sessalin Avenue," he reported, "Some kind of vampiric invasion. We've been ordered over to assist."

Biagio crossed himself, and flung his cape aside. "So it begins." He said, in a harsh voice.

OOC: If there are no minions to be killed the rp will be over in a snap... the side of good always wins, but in this case it seems that the templars and hunters are winning without a single scratch while the vampires are taking a beating so huge that its not worth continuing... im not trying to be rude mind you... im still having fun... i just dont want my character to die off insignificantly is al...


IC:

Tyron was terrified but what he saw in front of him... he had never seen and angel before.... and he had most certainly never seen an angel from hell before!

He began to speak, trying to make it as recognisable as possible.

"I am Tyron, Vamipir of Aeternitatem... we are hear because King Sorius saw the vampire nation rising again upon earth. King Sorius has been sending vampires up here for months... we are regaining control!"

Tyron paused trying to think of something else to say to placate the irrate women...

"we look for nothing, except blood, and the life of those who have taken ours. We hunt humans for they hunt us."

****

Dazool felt lifeless draining back into him. That was close, he had not once experienced redeath as close as he had just come. He knew that this was not going to be an easy take over, but he drew strength in the knowledge that he, and his vampire order, were the strongest known to the world... or at least to his world.

He spat and groaned, he hated the taste of holy water.... it left a burning sensation on his throat, but he'd get over it, pain excited him, it meant a fight was coming...

Remaining in his form of a bat, he flew from the sill and perched above his attackers watching them, waiting for their next move, trying to figure their weaknesses...

*bump*

Say...what sides ARE there?
(I might join one.)

Grimzag's eyebrows dropped to a threatening frown. His hand tightened around the grip of the Eagle, still in its holster.

"You, with the phone. Call Dregruk Tactical Ops. Tell them Grimzag Deathjaw's chopper has crashed, and he is in some town. And as for you," He looked at Ambiev, "Are you gonna tell me what's happening here or what? By the looks of it," He motioned to the chaos at the bar, "You're in the middle of a fight. I can help you out, if that's the case. I've got enough firepower back at the crash site to wage a war on my own.

"So are you gonna tell me or what?"

IC:

Tyron was terrified but what he saw in front of him... he had never seen and angel before.... and he had most certainly never seen an angel from hell before!

He began to speak, trying to make it as recognisable as possible.

"I am Tyron, Vamipir of Aeternitatem... we are hear because King Sorius saw the vampire nation rising again upon earth. King Sorius has been sending vampires up here for months... we are regaining control!"

Tyron paused trying to think of something else to say to placate the irrate women...

"we look for nothing, except blood, and the life of those who have taken ours. We hunt humans for they hunt us."

OOC: I will try to receive a scratch or two then, anyway, noone have attacked me as far as I know.

IC:

"Don't take me for a stupid. The humans hunt you because you hunt them. You vampires are no more than parasites, predating on the humans, depending on their blood to survive. This time you will meet your own predator...Me. I love to hunt you, the dead that walks, the lifedrinkers".

She pulled out a knife from her cloak and threw it to the floor in front of the vampire. "However, unlike you, I don't like to hunt unarmed and defenceless prey. Pick up that knife. You're going to need it", said the woman, muttering an arcane word that transformed her straight blade into a storm of chains and razors again.

OOC: A knife against a powerfull magic sword isn't defenseless?
IC: When nothing happened immediately, Teldron relaxed slightly. He sheathed his sword and lowered his axe, stepping forward to listen. His eyes, however, still glowed bright white.
OOC: I'm going to add a fairly powerful but expendable character, a shadowdancer. This will allow a fight with an actual victory that isn't just the good guys easily slaughtering many low-level vampires. Which side should he join? Teldron can die, since I started him for this, but I would prefer for him to survive so I can keep using him. It could be very interesting if he was turned into a vampire, especially an inherently evil one. Degral are incapable of choosing to help evil, so that would have the potential for a lot of internal struggle, etc.
IC: The shadowdancer entered the city, an eerie yellow glow surrounding his eight foot tall, almost skeletal looking form. A black sword almost six feet long gleams in his right hand. He had felt the struggle between light and darkness from quite far away; that feeling was what had drawn him here. The shadowdancer grinned like a skull with pointed teeth. He liked such struggles....

Tyron picked up the knife and saw the angel move towards him... he didnt want to fight.... he threw the knife off the roof...

"Go on kill me! Not much of a hunt is it when the victim *wants* to die..."

Tyron stood up, reaching his full height of 7 feet, he looked straight into the womans eyes, taunting her with his red stare....

"Kill me" he whispered....

"Kill me"...

***

From the pool of vision, Lady Riath watched the only 'thing' she cared about in this underworld offer his life to that woman... she knew bravery was rewarded but this was rediculous...

From witnessing the scene in front of her, she knew she had to try to make it up there....

Turning quickly in her dead black gown she made her way to the servants quarters and out into the dark streets....

"Well, if that is what you wish...Say good bye, stranger, see you in hell", said Alessia, throwing the razors chained to her sword toward the vampire, aimed at his neck, with the intent of severing his head. The chains hissed as they were alive, as snakes jumping on their prey.

A Seahawk transport helicopter whopped overhead, armed figures with compact nightvision gear were clearly visible. The Seahawk angled sharply over a square where a few figures could be seen staring up. The chopper landed carefully, and a young man in black jumped out and ran over to a bigger man wearing a winged helmet who stared.
"Owen? What are you doing here?"
The young man grimaced and handed Vlad a thick folio of papers and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at the chopper.
Vlad nodded, turned and bowed to the stunned looking templar, then he and the younger man ran to the helicopter and lifted off.
The big chopper swung about and raced towards the coast, occasional bursts of G36C fire coming from the sides as IR sensors tagged cold but mobile humanoids and the Spec Ops troops headshot them.

OOC Sorry Tsar, Vlad's needed elsewhere (Drakonian Nuclear Holocaust thread.) Enjoy your rp :P

OOC: Hello? Is anyone still checking this?
Remember, I'm open to suggestions about which side the shadowdancer should join.

(OOC: I'm still checking this, but until Blood gets back to reply most people are stuck.)

OOC: Maybe if B T doesn't repond soon we can find a way to continue around those characters? There are several characters who aren't directly involved with the Templar.

OOC: Well, B T is gone. I suppose this is probably doomed now.... (sigh) It had such interesting potential for my character. :cry: